Princess Vivian Voice Novels & Stories

“I am the Luna. Nobody should talk to me like that.” Her eyes grew darker, her lips tight. She thought of Gorgeous, standing tall, fearless, mocking her. Her pride was wounded, her authority challenged. “I wi ll not rest,” Vivian whispered. “Until she learns who truly rules this palace.”

They walked across the room that surprisingly didn't echo. " Good evening Princess. May I ask who is with you please?" A voice said and they both turned to see where it had come from. A man almost as wide as he was tall stood nearby. How did that house of a man go unnoticed? " And what is your position and badge number, may I ask?" Sam replied. " Vice Head of Security Princess. Badge number 3110200242." The officer stood at attention and stated.

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

Ring! The old man sneered at his phone and quickly picked up when he saw the caller ID. "Your Majesty, the Prince." "Norman, tell me you have landed ashore?" A cold voice demanded. "You must quickly find my wife and bring her back. I must marry her as soon as possible, you understand?" "Yes, your majesty. We already arrived. We'll find the Princess." "Good, you cannot make any mistake. We might not get another chance to find my wife if you fail this time. Chances of her appearing on another viral video like that of the womaniser may not happen again. Apprehend her and I will make you my right hand man."

She didn't call my name right away. "Keyla." Warm. Genuinely warm-sounding, which was the thing about Vivienne — She'd always known exactly how much warmth to put into her voice with enough technical accuracy to delay the moment of recognition. Her eyes swept over me before she smiled again. "You look well. Motherhood clearly agrees with you." Whatever Priscilla had sent suddenly wasn't the most important thing. I put my phone in my pocket. Her name was all she was getting from me. "Vivienne."

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

It gives her so much hope that it will be a good news this time. Immediately, she open her email and click the file from Vicente. There are Siren's picture on different angles. On the down part, there is a written unfamiliar address. Indicating that it's where her daughter was currently living. She can't help but to shed tears. God knows much she wanted to go to that place right now and take Siren back home. Looking at her photos, her princess seems to live as a different person now. She cutted her waist-length hair up to her shoulders and even dyed it into black.